Both of them helped me consider that the response to something broken isn’t a big resolution, it’s in the sweeping, baking, planting, building, and caring for the world we need to live in every day.

I know I can only be powerful if people are listening, and I must be powerful if I want to survive.

(Dad) whose cooking/cleaning/fixing taught me the deep fulfillment that can come from maintaining the world right around us, and whose labor has always sustained me in more ways than I can know, thank you.

My superpower is I don’t allow myself to feel except for what I’m sure I’m supposed to be feeling.

I worry that when I do not explain exactly where my income and my voice come from, I am helping export the American myth, the one that promises opportunity while it promotes hierarchy.[8]

I am being paid to be disposable, to sell clothes that are disposable, to sell something I have no right to sell, to be someone I dislike, to be uncomfortable, until I can no longer see my whole self because I also see what they see and give it willingly.

I think these writers are confronted: If she is no longer a beautiful woman in front of the camera, then what is she possibly doing there?

Sarah Schulman in Conflict Is Not Abuse. “If conflicted people were expected and encouraged to produce complex understandings of their relationships, then people could be expected to negotiate, instead of having to justify their pain through inflated charges of victimization. And it is in the best interest of us all to try to consciously move to

Even after working for so long, I am often made to feel I do not belong, that none of me is valued except what I cannot control—my youth, my race, my weight, my skin, my symmetry. I am a guest here, stopping by so long as age and trend allow.